Today is Wednesday, - and 'gym day' once again. I walked alot round town yesterday and my left leg was still painful so, as I made my way to the Leisure Centre, wondered if today might possibly be perhaps, 'a little less time on the tread mill...maybe miss out some of the equipment?'...no such thing....okay Lord, - here we go! : / However, as soon as I got going, found myself 'pressing on to go further, with the result that there is now much improvement in the flexibility of that leg.
In between time, I've been applying the Blood, also speaking to it in the Name of Jesus; 'to be made whole!' I've only ever experienced one instant healing, the rest I've had to contend for on the basis of the finished work of the Cross. (Jude verse 3) Also 1Peter 2 v 24 tells us; 'By His wounds you have been healed'....He bore it all! Glory to God! The 'instant' healing I'm referring to, was not my own but my daughter's horse Chandler, and this is the testimony;
It was a cold dark winter's evening on the livery yard and I was alone whilst everyone else had prepared their horses for the night and left. At that time we had three horses; Chandler, Slipper (the ex racehorse) and Connor (a cute little grey Connemara pony who I'd been practising on in order to eventually ride Slipper).
During the winter months on most English yards (and where there is a shortage of land), the horses are kept off the fields to allow the grass to recover ready for the following Spring. Therefore, it's the responsibility of every owner to ensure their horses are properly exercised every day. Where possible (and when the indoor was free) I always liked to get them out early in the morning, and last thing at night for a good runaround. Normally I'd only allow two in there at the most, however, I was short of time that particular evening and decided for once, to put all three horses out together, which I did, then left them to play.
After mucking out their stables, I prepared their dishes of carrots and and provine then, because they were just standing around, took a lunge whip with me in order to get them moving round.Well, as usual, there was great jubilance as the three of them went cavorting round together. However, Chandler, being the biggest of them (at almost 17 hands), took a corner too fast and fell badly onto his side. He seemed okay though, as he got back to his feet, however, as I led him back to his stable he was obviously reluctant to walk.
As I pulled on his rug and clipped it into place, I reasoned; 'He'll be fine after an overnight rest', then placing his dish in one corner of the stable, I left. However, as I walked up the passage I suddenly heard him start pawing the ground. Instantly, I froze. Anyone who knew Chandler, knew that it was unheard of, for him to be separated from his tea. This could mean only one thing, - he couldn't move.
Shaking from head to toe, I returned to his stable to find him standing where I'd left him, stock still. My faith was about to be tested to max.....whilst my mind was struggling to think what to do. Undoing his rug, I dragged it off then placing trembling hands on his body, I prayed the prayer of faith....what did it say in Mark 11 v 24?! - 'Believe you receive, WHEN YOU PRAY'....there was nothing for it, but to act accordingly.... pulling a head collar over his soft brown muzzle, I clicked on the lead rope, then flinging open the stable door, began dragging him out into the passage....
I'm telling you, it was a good thing there was no one else present, otherwise they would have been calling the RSPCA for sure! There are varying degrees of lameness in horses...and I knew this was 'bad lame'. Well, he did not want move, - let alone walk....so how I managed to get him to the top of the passage, I don't know.... but then, as I turned him around to return, I heard this sort of 'loud click' then came 'a release', and next, he was walking freely back to his stable, eager to tuck into his tea! Oh, thank You Jesus!
I shared nothing of the incident with my daughter until after she'd rode him again the next evening, as I didn't want her to be in any way hindered or maybe cautious about the way she handled him.
Glory to God!
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